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My First Detention	By : brokenme Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 2600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I want to fuck you.
I want to rape you.
I want to kill you.
I to to bleed you, be you.
She walked the halls and corridors, confused by what had just happened. Come to think of it, it made perfect sense. Snape was at the school 24/7 and there weren’t any women around to release his sexual tension...unless you counted McGonagall and the few other female adults there, all of which didn’t seem his style. Just thinking of it was repulsive and made her sick. Professor Snape was very handsome, but she couldn’t picture him with the old shrews here.
She pushed it from her mind, trying to focus on where she was going, or more importantly, where she was.
Lucius Malfoy stepped out of a nearby room, looking quite rumpled, his shirt untucked and his forehead sweaty.
She'd have sworn there hadn’t been a room there a minute ago. He paused, stopping to look at her. His smile widened as he slowly advanced up on her. “Ah, Miss Morgan. How nice to see you again.”
She looked at him quizzically. “Uh...Mr. Malfoy?” She asked hesitantly. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
He smirked, as if to some private joke. “Oh, of course not. No, we haven’t. Pardon my manners.” He bowed elegantly. “I am Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy, at your service my dear lady.”
She nodded. “I know who you are, sir.”
He smirked, looking her over. He walked closer, ever so slowly, surveying her. He walked in circles around her, observing every visible inch.
She shivered under his cold glare, flinching visibly as he ran a hand over her back.
“Now now, don’t be frightened, pet. I won’t hurt you...too badly.”
She hastily stepped backwards, noting the angry truth in his voice. He would not hesitate to harm her.
The same door opened and a small, weary, battered looking Draco slowly emerged, stopping dead in his tracks as he spotted the two.
Lucius looked at his son, as if to taunt him, then turned back to Lane. “We shall meet again, my dear.” And with that, he left. Draco stared hatefully at Lucius’ back until he was out of sight. Lane walked over to him, scared and cautious. “Draco, what happened?”
He narrowed his eyes at the memory, obviously angry. “Father decided that he needed to teach me a lesson for mingling with Muggleborns.”
Lane looked at him for a second, then cast her eyes to the floor. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.”
His head shot up and he looked at her, gaping. “No, it isn’t! I chased after you, remember? It was my fault.” He suddenly smiled. “Besides, my father made me realize something very important.”
Lane looked at him, very confused. “What’s that, exactly?”
Draco limped over to her, throwing an arm around her shoulder. “Oh nothing, just that I’ve fallen madly in love with you.”
She laughed, but stopped abruptly when she saw the pained look on Draco’s face. “Oh, sorry. It’s just that...Well...you know. It kinda seems like sappy stuff on TV.” She hugged him tightly, trying not to touch any sore spots. “I wasn’t making fun of you, I guess it just startled me.”
They progressed very slowly down the hallway, trying to set a pace that wouldn’t hurt Draco’s injured body too badly. “God, you look horrible. What did he do to you anyway?”
He looked sidelong at her, not wanting to answer, but finally sighing in defeat. “Just the usual, I suppose.”
She frowned, but didn’t try to push the subject, knowing he would tell her when he was ready.
After about ten minutes, Draco’s gait had improved and he was able to walk on his own, though Lane still insisted that he visit the Hospital Wing, especially with the horrible limp he had gained.
“I’m fine, really.” He said, pressing his tented pants against her crotch. “See? Perfectly healthy.”
Lane laughed. “Yeah, I see.” She said, shoving him lightly away. “But you’re still hurt, Draco. It would make me feel better.”
He sighed, eventually complying after several minutes of arguing.
~~~~~~The Sentence~~~~~~
Draco was sentenced to three days in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey refused to use magic to speed up the healing process, but gave him some vile potions instead.
Lane stopped by the next morning to see how he was, then went to Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was being taught by a tame and extremely intelligent boggart, who almost always looked like Umbridge.
“What happened to Malfoy? I heard he’s going to be in the Hospital Wing for three days!” Harry exclaimed in disbelief.
Ron shrugged his shoulders. “Who cares? The rat probably deserved it.”
Lane sighed, looking sadly at her friends. “Could we talk about something else, please?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, lets. I think we’re all getting a bit tired of Draco Malfoy.”
How more wrong could she be...
~~~~~~The Visit~~~~~~
“I just want you to get better soon, okay?” She leaned down, kissing him gently. She pushed him back onto his cot. “Heal quickly.” She stopped at the door to wave, then left.
“Mr. Malfoy?” She had just exited the library when she literally ran into the older man.
“Is it custom where you come from to try and knock people off their feet or are you just trying to annoy me?” He growled angrily.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
He smirked. “Well, I’m really not supposed to be on Hogwarts grounds, so I’d rather you not mention this. While I have you here, I’d like to speak about something in private.”
~~~~~~The Talk~~~~~~
He grabbed her by the throat, slamming her down onto a giant desk in the empty classroom they had taken refuge in. His hands tightened and she struggled, putting her hands on his arms in an attempt to make him stop. “Stay away from my son, you filthy little Mudblood whore.”
She choked, hardly able to take in a breath.
He removed one hand from her throat, using it to undo his belt. He wrapped the belt around her neck, tightening it and holding the free end so it didn’t leave any slack. He turned her onto her stomach, pulling down her pants and underwear. Lucius undid his pants, pulling the belt tighter, so it nearly crushed her hyoid bone. He fondled himself, masturbating for a few minutes, before pulling his erect cock from his pants. He bent over, licking the small of her back and smiling to himself. Lucius pressed his cock against her puckered hole, readying himself to enter.
Lane tried to protest, but he strangled her more, the small amount of oxygen available to her almost making her lose consciousness.
“No no. That just won’t do, I want you awake for this, dove. You need to feel everything.” He quickly thrust himself into her ass, pulling a mangled scream from her.
“Gods!” He moaned loudly. “You’re still so tight.”
She winced in horrible pain, looking questioningly at him through tears. “What...” she choked, a small bit of blood dribbling down her chin, “do you...mean..?”
His eyes were only half-open, his pleasure heightened by her pain. He didn’t answer her, ignoring the question completely. He watched her writhing in agony beneath him and started to thrust harder. Each time she tried to pull away, he’d cause her more pain.
In her last moments of consciousness, she heard him speak. “Just as good as the first time. I don’t think I’ll have to wipe your memory this bit around. Just know, if you mention any of this, or go near my son again, I will personally see to your death.” Then her world went black.
She awoke sometime later, probably only half an hour or so, because no one had found her, and that’s how she wanted it.
~~~~~~School trouble~~~~~~
The next day Lane wore a turtleneck to hide the hideous chaffing bruise and long pants in an attempt to hide her obvious limp. ‘No wonder I was in so much pain that day.’ She was positive he must have done the same thing then, because she was sure she wouldn’t have willingly had sex with Lucius Malfoy, no matter how handsome he is. ‘The bastard wiped my memory and sent me on my merry way. What a fucking gentlemen.’
“Hey Lane! Whoa...You look like crap.”
She glared at Ron, eyes narrowed threateningly. “Oh thanks! Just what every girl wants to hear.”
Hermione shook her head and scolded him. “Really, Ron! Try to be more sensitive.”
Snape dismissed them and all of the students rushed to the door. Lane limped painfully behind them all.
“Miss Morgan.” Snape questioned. “Are you alright?”
She smiled. “Oh, I’m fine. It’s nothing. I tried to jump a chair and ended up hitting my pelvis on the top of it.”
He nodded. ‘Sure you did...’ He smiled to himself. ‘Little Miss Lane was shagged...’
“Miss Morgan, I do believe I have a potion that may help with that.” He rummaged about his desk, drawers, and shelves.
“Oh, thanks professor, I’d appreciate it.”
He pulled out a vial, handing it to her. “I also wanted to apologize for my behavior the other day, it was uncalled for.”
She looked at him, surprised. “Oh, that’s okay, really. I was hoping we could just forget about it, like it never happened.” She downed the potion, waiting for it to take affect.
He smiled. “Of course. I hope we can just put that behind us.”
She smiled, her eyes a bit droopy. “Wow, professor, that potion was awesome. I don’t feel any pain at all.”
“Sit a spell.” He said, motioning towards a chair. “You might be woozy for a bit.”
Lane nodded. “Thanks for the advice. That stuff must have been pretty strong.” She sat obediently.
‘Now, what nasty fun can we have?’ Snape thought wickedly to himself. “Lane, would you do anything I asked you to?”
Without a second of hesitation, she nodded and answered. “Of course, Professor Snape.”
He smiled. “Please, do call me Severus.”
“Alright, Severus.”
He bent his head slightly, extending his hand. “Come here.”
She stood, gracefully crossing towards him, taking his outstretched hand.
“Good girl.” He stood a well, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes were glazed and blank, but at the moment, he didn’t care. Snape tenderly pressed their mouths together, brushing his hard lips across her smooth ones. His potion had done its job, making her follow his every wish, whim, and desire. “Kneel.”
Lane quickly went down onto both knees before him. She looked up at him as he undid his pants for her, his erection coming out. Without a word, she licked the head of his cock, then all the way down to the base, where his black curls awaited her. Her tongue traced the underside of his member, running along the main vein. She took him into her mouth, sucking slowly, her eyes closed, moaning with the taste of him.
He grabbed the back of her head, forcing her to go down harder on him. She sucked more forcefully, taking him in until his cock poked into her throat. She held his hips to keep him from thrusting against her, but was lightly tickling his inner thighs.
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